The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a huge, underground cavern, reflecting the pale light that filters in through a series of small, jagged openings above. Uh, the air's got this damp, earthy smell, and it's pretty still – I can hear the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance. In the center of the cavern, a perfectly intact, old-fashioned diner sits on a raised platform, its neon signs reading "Eddie's" in bright, pulsing colors – a bunch of raccoons in little hats and aprons are busy flipping burgers and operating the diner like they've been doing it for years.